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"Any man as would give forty shillin' for a garment as is no mortal good agen the cold not reachin' fur enough, even if it do be silk, an' all worked wi' little flowers is a dommed fool! "Assuredly!" said I, with a nod. "Howsomever," he continued, "it's a handsome weskit, there's no denyin', an' well worth a woman's lookin' at a proper man inside of it." "Not a doubt of it," said I.
"He al'ays seemed to me almost too promisin' for his good looks, Mrs. Revercomb. I'm mighty partial to looks in a man, thar ain't no use my denyin' it."
"I dunno 'bout dat, suh. It mought cos' mo', en it mought cos' less, ez fuh ez money is consarned. I ain' denyin' you could cl'ar up dat trac' er Ian' fer a hund'ed er a couple er hund'ed dollahs, ef you wants ter cl'ar it up. But ef dat 'uz my trac' er Ian', I would n' 'sturb it, no, suh, I would n'; sho 's you bawn, I would n'." "But why not?" I asked.
"'Feller citizens, sais he, 'we've had a fair stand-up fight for it, and I'm whipped, that are a fact; and thar is no denyin' of it. I've come now to take my leave of you. You may all go to H l, and I'll go to Texas. "And he stepped right down, and went over the boundary, and jined the patriots agin Mexico, and was killed there. "Why it will never be forgot, that speech.
"Not to mention the good done to my fellow-creturs," said the little doctor. "Jest as you say, the good done to your fellow-creturs not bein' worth mentionin'" said Cap'n 'Kiah, with a grave simplicity that disarmed suspicion. "There ain't no denyin' that poverty is strength'nin' to the faculties."
It was a lucky day for Joe when Judge Maxwell took a likin' to him that way." Mrs. Newbolt was looking away toward the hills, a dreamy cast in her placid face. "Yes," said she, "there's no denyin' that. But Joe he'd 'a' got along, Judge Maxwell or no Judge Maxwell. Only it'd 'a' been slower and harder for him." "He would 'a'," nodded Sol, without reservation. "No discountin' on that.
And, sure enow, it was no Andy, the graceful, the popular one, who married her it was the puir, salt Jamie, who'd saved the siller o' his love and, by the way, he'd saved the ither sort o' siller, tae, sae that he had a grand little hoose to tak' his bride into, and a hoose well furnished, and a' paid for, too. Aye, I'll no be denyin' the Scot is a close fisted man.
Well, she makes the house a great sight brighter to live in, you can't deny that, Vildy." "I ain't denyin' anything in partic'ler. She makes a good deal of work, I know that much. And I don't want you to get your heart set on one or both of 'em, for 't won't be no use. We could make out with one of 'em, I suppose, if we had to, but two is one too many.
"What I was going to say," he resumed, rolling down the collar of his coat, "was, that when my wife helped me bundle up t'night, she said I was gitt'n' t' be an old granny. We are agin', Judge, the's no denyin' that. We're both gray as Norway rats now. An' speaking of us agin' reminds me, have y' noticed how bald the old Kyernel's gitt'n'?" "I have, Amos," answered the Judge, mournfully.
"Yuh wouldn't like it," he mumbled, glancing down the trail. "It it ain't like it was in Joe's time. That there Tex Lynch he he don't get on with the boys." "Who's he? The foreman?" "Yeah. Beauty Lynch, some calls him 'count uh his looks. I ain't denyin' he's han'some, with them black eyes an' red cheeks uh his, but somethin' queer Like I said, there ain't nobody stays long at the Shoe-Bar.
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